Creepy Minecraft Stories Novels & Stories

It’s a good thing that we came prepared. “This place is creepy.” Kai drug out the word creepy. I have to agree with him. Neither of us got any rest last night. We kept hearing strange sounds. Moaning and screams from things we have never experienced before. We saw a faceless spirit looking thing last night. I believe they are called a Hupia, although I can’t be certain that’s what it really was. It didn’t bother us, but this place seems to be filled with them. Something else that we have come across is a Morko. It is an elemental Ooze type creature. They are freaky as hell but the only way they could hurt you is to love you to death. We have also crossed paths with a few dangerous creatures,

Epilogue: Now that I have written several of these stories, I find that my old ghosts have started to haunt my dreams yet again. It is amazing that once things are written down, they begin to take on a life of their own. Just remember, if you don’t want things to go bump in the night, don’t tell anyone else about them.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“The townspeople are now looking for the Duke and the Duchess of Sloria but some people in Hapsberg claim that they saw a skeleton-like creature at Elthezar’s mansion on the night he died. They say that a strange syrup scent was lingering in the air and they caught a glimpse of a corpse walking towards the mansion. It was decaying and wore half torn clothes. One of the villagers who saw that creature recognized that the dress was similar to a local girl who had gone missing.” A long stretch of silence follows his words. Antonio leans back, thinking hard. A skeleton-like creature with a syrup smell. It seems to match the description of creatures from fairy tales which they have heard in their

He asked. "Yes Mom, how?" I asked, God knew I wasn't going to carry heavy boxes all by myself. What kind of town doesn't accept strangers? Everything about the town was creepy, the direction signboard had no name on it, and the doors looked like an abandoned village from centuries ago. The air around the town was different, it was something of the extraordinary, and it was bone chilling. "We have movers too, they'll be here in," Mom said, checking her wristwatch. "They'll be here in now." She completed.

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

“So, you believe that there is a possibility that they plotted your father’s death and mother’s disappearance. And there is a great chance that your father’s schemes were discovered, or reported by someone… which eventually lead to his death—ordered to be murdered. And that leaves you to find who did it. Whoever stabbed your father in the back could be someone close to him.” “Correct.” Raverine grabbed a glass of whiskey and took it in one gulp. “Could be his friends or foes or… his own family.” I nodded and turned my attention to the computer screen. I typed in vampires in the search bar and mythical stories came up on the search browser first. “I wonder who wrote these articles and stories

Selene asked worrying and Maine took a deep breath before she spoke. "The disciples of darkness. The vampires." Maine uttered which made Jenny and Selene to feel frightened. "W-what? B-but they are not real. They are just an old story." Selene uttered that also agreed by Jenny. Maine shook her head while they were continued walking. When they reached the end of the hallway, they sat on the bench. "I know no one will believe me. But I saw them with my two eyes. I know they are coming in this city and spread nightmares." Maine sadly replied. Selene shook her head and Jenny scratched her forehead as they heard those story from Maine.

“The man that Camila called her Mate. The man who came from the North was a Vampire.” I gaped at my parents unable to say anything. Beside me, I can see Mikey’s reaction which was a clear reflection of mine. We grew up with stories that will ensure us not even dare go in the direction of the path that leads to the North. The stories that we learned and know were not some kind of fairy tale that leads to the happy ever after. The stories that we were taught were brutal and always resulted in death.

Miranda asked. “On the Mystic Mountain,” Lazarus answered. “Nope. Oh, no, no no! I am not going to that place,” Valko hissed. “There must be another place we can go, maybe hell even?” For centuries, stories of that place have been told by the elders and nothing about those stories were of the fairytale variety. That place was even worse than the Bloodshed Woods. “Shut up, Valko,” Velma grunted. “Are you sure we can find one up there?” Velma asked Lazarus.